Plaster stood looking at her helplessly, wondering where they were going from there.
"Does you love me, Plaster?" the girl asked, siding up to him and stepping on the chain.
"Yes"m," Plaster answered as he pulled the chain from under her feet and rubbed his wrist. "Don"t step on dat chain no mo". You might break it."
"How come you don"t tell me you loves me?"
"I done tole you "bout fawty times dis mawnin"," Plaster reminded her.
"But you ain"t never tole me onless I axed you."
"Less go somewhar an" set down an" I"ll tell you a millyum times,"
Plaster said eagerly.
"Bless Gawd, I knows you loves me a plum" plenty, but I likes to hear you tell dem words. Wait a minute till I puts--er--I b"lieve I oughter change de collar on dis dress. A clean one would make me look mo"
fresher."
Plaster lingered until the woman was dressed to her fancy, resting his weight first on one impatient leg, then upon the other.
"You wastes a heap of time fixin" yo"se"f, Pearly," he sighed at last.
"I hopes you"ll soon git dressed up fer de day."
"You wants yo" wife to look nice, don"t you?" she asked reproachfully.
"Yes"m."
"How kin I look nice "thout takin" de time to dress?"
They went out and sat down under the pecan-tree in the "glare." Pearline seemed to have forgotten the glare. Plaster lighted a cigarette, smoked it to the end, lighted another, smoked it to the end, and lighted another. Then Pearline remarked:
"Honey, does you love me more dan you loves dem cigareets?"
"I sh.o.r.e does"--with moderate fervor.
"Does you love me a millyum times mo" dan you loves cigareets?"
"Suttinly."
"Den, fer gossake, throw dem cigareets away! Dey smells like some kind o" fumigate."
"I cain"t do that, Pearly. Dese here smokes costes money. An" I couldn"t affode to buy "em ef I had to wuck fer de money. Dey"s a weddin"
present."
"Is you gwine smoke all yo" married life?"
"Yes"m."
"But you ain"t gwine smoke no mo" fer de nex" three days, is you?"
"No"m."
Pearline thrust her hand into Plaster"s pocket and brought forth his precious smokes. She concealed them in the mysterious recesses of her attire and Plaster sighed deeply.
Ten minutes later the girl straightened up with a fierceness that nearly snapped her spinal column.
"Fer mussy sake, Plaster Sickety! Whut is you got in yo" mouf?"
"I"s nibblin" a few crumbs of terbacker, honey," Plaster said apologetically.
"My gawsh! You aim to tell me dat you _chaws_?"
"Yes"m. I chaws a little bit now an" den. It kinder helps my brains to think an" sottles my stomick."
There was a long silence. Plaster stared straight ahead of him, his jaws moving with the regularity of a ruminant cow, his eyes counting the leaves on the trees, the pickets on the broken-down fence, and estimating the number of ants crawling out of a hill. Then, unconsciously, he reached into his pocket for another cigarette.
He did not find it.
He heard a suspicious sound beside him and looked at Pearline.
"Whut you cryin" about honey?"
"You tole me you loved me more dan cigareets, an" yit you cain"t set by me a minute "thout chawin" terbacker," she wailed. "You is blood kin brudder to a worm an" a goat--nothin" else chaws!"
"Lawd!" Plaster sighed in desperation. "I sees now dat I"m got to learn how to suck eggs an" hide de sh.e.l.ls."
Suddenly a loud whoop was heard near at hand and out of the swamp came Vinegar Atts, Figger Bush, Mustard Prophet and Hitch Diamond.
"Hey, n.i.g.g.e.rs!" Plaster bawled. "Come up an" set down. Lawd, I nefer wus so glad to see n.o.body in my whole life."
"Good mawnin", Sister Pearline!" Vinegar chuckled. "How is yo"-alls enjoyin" mattermony life by now?"
"Fine," the bride smiled, with a suspicion of tears still in her eyes.
"Praise de Lawd!" exclaimed Vinegar. "I wus skeart you n.i.g.g.e.rs would be fightin" by now, an" mebbe one of yous would be draggin" de yuther on de end o" dat chain--dead!"
"Naw, suh!" Plaster howled, as he s.n.a.t.c.hed a cigar out of Hitch Diamond"s pocket and stuck it in his mouth. "Us is gittin" along puff.e.c.kly."
Plaster s.n.a.t.c.hed his cigar from his lips with his manacled hand and flourished it with a motion of broad contentment. Pearline gave the chain a quick jerk and the smoke flew from Plaster"s fingers and fell over in the high gra.s.s.
"You two idjits look like a holy show to me," Figger Bush cackled. "How come you don"t charge admissions to de show an" git rich?"
"Us wouldn"t git rich quick," Pearline giggled. Hitch Diamond had retrieved the cigar, and Pearline had taken it from him and stuck it in her hair. "You-all is de onlies" comp"ny we is had till yit."
"I hopes you n.i.g.g.e.rs will stay wid us all day, brudders," Plaster exclaimed earnestly. "We wus feelin" kinder--er--me an" Pearline wus feelin" sorter--er--"
"Uh-huh," Hitch Diamond grunted knowingly. "Dat"s a fack. We ole married folks onderstan"s dem feelin"s. I"d feel dat way mese"f ef I wus in yo"
fix. I"d whet up my teeth on a brick-bat an" bite myse"f in my own gizzard an" die."
"Not me!" Figger Bush howled. "Ef I wus chained to dat little gal, I"d git me a plow-line an" wrop it aroun" our necks."